The Falcon
I'm sitting still.
Like a statue.
Indifferent to everything around me.
I'm just an element of the scenery.
It’s like I’m not even there.
So come out! There’s no danger!
Just a couple of steps. A few more.
Yes! Almost there.
I'm sitting.
Tense as a bowstring.
Focused on my mission.
I’m judging the distance.
Soon I’ll be off.
Instantly.
Like a bullet. A stone shot from a sling.
This ain’t shopping at the market.
Clipping coupons or fighting for discounts.
Life is at stake!
My offspring’s and mine.
So I’m still sitting only for
three, two, one,
Now!
Copyright © Miroslaw Eric Sulkowski | Year Posted 2019
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